From the barbarians point of view...
Ogan was weary. For three nights now the warrior and tribal leader had pursued the bandits who had stolen precious food and seed grain from his tribe, but they had had mounts and outpaced even the swift strong legs of Ogan, mightiest of the Slan Tribe. Now, as he wandered among the strange grove of huge plants, he wondered if he would ever overtake the cruel thieves. It seemed hopeless. He felt weak, having taken only little food in his relentless pursuit and his waterskin run dry the day before. His head spinning from lack of rest and water, the big warrior fell to his knees as he sought a bit of shade from the burning sun beneath the lush green fronds of the enormous plants all around him. In short order the muscled barbarian drifted into the twilight sleep of one who has traveled too many miles on too little sleep. The mighty warrior found himself in the land of dreams, birdsongs and falling water lulling him deeper and deeper into weary passivity.
As was often the case when he dreamed, the big man found himself aroused, his large manhood swelling beneath his supple loincloth as some soft caress found its way up his thick thighs to secret places in his loins. Ogan pressed against the gentle hands encircling his wrists and thighs, gamely allowing his lover to capture him: He who was mightiest amongst the tribe and could never be subdued save in these titillating games of lovemaking. His thick manhood swelled and pulsed with passion as he imagined being truly helpless in a lovers embrace, unable to resist his insistent lover's assault. But then as he resisted (as was his role in these games) the warrior realized that this particular unseen lover was not yielding...In fact, if anything, Ogan seemed to be ever more tightly held or squeezed, and now it seemed he was being lifted off the ground!
Suddenly the big mans eyes were fluttering open as he roused from the twilight dream. To his horror and rising distress he realized that he was indeed several feet above the ground, and that his arms and legs were being encircled by the waxy green fronds of the huge plant he had lain beneath! This was no coy lover, but rather a voracious plant intent on capturing some easy prey. Sweeping his blade from its sheath with his free hand Ogan made to strike a blow and sever the crawling leaves that were rapidly taking him prisoner, but just then the vile thing swept around his big muscled chest and constricted around him like a great serpent, driving the breath from his lungs. Worse than the lack of air though was the sickening slow panicked feeling of his sword slipping from his now sweaty palm and the soft clang of his blade as it landed in the dusty ground several feet below. Before he could cry out in anguish, another slippery frond slid around his long raven hair and clamped itself over his open mouth, stifling his frustrated cry. That was when the true horror of his peril began to sink in...
For just as he lost his trusty blade and was silenced by the relentless fronds, the cleft between his splayed legs beneath his loincloth was suddenly being sprayed by some slimy substance, worse...whatever it was was slick enough that his already engorged sex slipped from its calfskin nest and was now dangling freely just inches above the gaping maw of the killer creature! A shiver of disgust ran up Ogan's spine at the prospect of his manhood being at risk, but that was quickly dispelled as some new nightmare began to unfold: out of the corner of his dark eye, Ogan spotted a thick orange serpent emerging from within the earthy bowels of the beast, bound for his exposed rod. Shifting his narrow hips the barbarian hoped to avoid being skewered by the nighmarish thing, but alas, it was too late...Spewing more of the vile fluid the probing snake made straight for his exposed buttocks. Just as Ogan's eyes went wide in anticipation, another frond slapped itself across his broad brow, effectively blinding him, and in his blindness, his mind went to the cleft between his legs and horror of horrors, he felt the huge snake-like thing press his muscled buttocks apart and bore straight into his twitching anus. Ogan's pitiful screams were muffled by the evil plant fronds as they tightened themselves around his handsome head in an inescapable grasp.
A blinding white light shot through the muscled barbarian's brain as the wriggling thing punched through the tight ring of his exposed anus, ejaculating the strange lubricant fluid as it bored deep into his heaving guts. Ogan suddenly felt very full as his intestines tried to accommodate the sudden influx of greenish fluid, but also there was some strange relaxation going on as well, as if his body was rebelling against him, causing weird feelings of near-pleasure/near-pain as the probing snake found places inside Ogan to stroke and stimulate. The hero's thick organ rose up in answer to these strokings as if it had a mind of its own. Deep shame enveloped the struggling warrior as he realized his body was no longer in his control.
Though all seemed lost, Ogan redoubled his efforts at escape the vile humiliation of the beast, but even as he flexed his mighty leg and arm muscles, they too seemed to be weakening, becoming more and more subdued and no longer subject to his command. As if on cue, two, three, then four more green fronds slid around his half-naked body, aided by the green fluid that now covered all of Ogan's heroic physique. Unable to resist, the hero's huge arms were pulled into tight formation along his sides and his legs wrapped up until he resembled nothing more than a heaving green mummy with a strange orange stem emerging between his bound feet. It was this orange stem that now began to retract, pulling Ogan's helpless body, fully encased in a sort of mummy-pod, into its waiting maw. Ogan sensed that things were growing dark all around him as he was slowly swallowed-up by the heaving plant, but the drugging effect of the fluids injected into his anus had reduced him to a sort of free-floating state of servile bliss. He no longer cared to fight or resist but simply to remain in this safe cocoon of pleasure for all-time. With a satisfied "SNAP!" the predatory plant sealed the barbarian warrior Ogan inside, like a living food source imprisoned for all the seasons to come.
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